Dashing past a blind woman waitingpatiently for her destination.Awareness dripping from her stance,she whiffs dogs and attends to crooked sidewalks.Decidedly punctual in her desire to move, shegoes.

Oceans of life in a day

The teacher stops at the classroom door,taking a breath, before students roar.They come with different histories,varied insights, unique blind spots.The teacher imagines what students will receive,often feeling blind with what they leave.

There is a lot of life in a day

A scientist arriving,blessing work and lab and patrons who enable meaningful search.Conclusions find scientists while dreaming, working.Led blindly by an intuition,the struggle pays by history remembering.

Oceans of life in a day

Falling for a lover to lovedrops joy everywhere in sight.Smile wrinkles increaseblinding the future.Walking in life with a loved loverresults in the best lover love.

Looking to the neon lights searching for the warmer colors to igniteElbowing time to slow or still watching it drip drip dripping upon my willFlying flowing freely inside inclined to share the addiction shyly in strideSteering sounds high and low composing webs of progress without veto

StopLet the bones run toward passionHelp the heart pump red farPersuade brain to ratchet up optimismPick a fight worthy of a fightWatch the tiniest piece of the world unfoldSit with a joy tremolo-ingStand pummeling stress salaciouslyHear strange sounds cities makeEnable music for transport to dreamsFerret out a wink until finding a laughSurprise onlookers - blow out those cheeksMake a momentImagine loyaltyDetect beautyClutch love with mightBelieve voices benevolent-lyFinally, spot stories to tellAnd goTell

If you want to know about somethingShed light on itExpose itLook at it, examine it, play with itIt might delightIt might distress If luckyIt will magically informYet another chapter of you

How many chapters are allowed in the span of livingHow many are availableHow little love do we accessHow big are we able to beHow intimate we can become with a strangerMiraculously building a giant historyEven creating other humansAllAlong the wayWith one we've played with,Looked at, shed light uponWanted to know about

Used to feed humans, Used to protect people, Built for killing lifeCommonly admired by those who possessOften diminished by those who do notFor sport, serious play, intimidationthe list can go on and on and on

and now is a time to evaluatethe passion for possessionthe moral movement againststrength of political persuasionreal reasons money is invested

The will of a majority does not work for some lawsPowerful politicians recommend lawsInformed strong minds hopefully decide lawsGreed sometimes gets in the way of law

and greed desiring money distorts actions acting like strength equals power fantastically selfishis not law

I do nothingPlenty do, entertainment is riddled with themBut I do nothing with a gun

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- artwork by Zarina Hashmi... - - title taken from song "Mos Definitely" by Logic- mailed to Maine -

Arise to aromas of sleepsuddenly the scents of hours of slumberremind of love or mystery or sex or turmoilcoloring daylight up and downscentscontinue to invent themselvesroutinelyasking for space dailywithlove or mystery or sex or turmoilthatArise from aromas of sleep

Destroyed love hangs everywhere.Attached to remodeled houses along the avenues of livingLooping around elementary school brains during the freedom of recessHeavy in the air of dark beer-smelling barsBranded on the mid-aged human purchasing farmer market food

Destroyed love disappears the longer it hangs.Dissipating steadily in fits and startsFleeing the scene of emotional shardsMelting away inconsistentlyCorroding and eroding so life can sneak in